Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

In the woodshed.

Holding a knife in his hand, Mo Qian watched everything in front of him vigilantly.

The hemp ropes that bound Fang Houde had all been untied and thrown on the ground not far away. His arm was still oozing blood, but it didn't prevent him from pinching Lin Miaomiao's fragile neck with one hand while touching his neck with the other hand. The broken porcelain fragments on the ground were pressed against Lin Miaomiao's neck.

Can't act rashly.

Mo Qian even took a step back to protect Mo Xue.

Mo Xue looked at Lin Miaomiao's blushing face, she panicked for a moment, but she quickly came to her mind: "Even if we prepare all the things you want, the city gate will be closed at night, where can you escape?" ?”

A flash of surprise flashed in Fang Houde's eyes, he hesitated for a while.

"It's none of your business, hurry up and get things ready for me first!"

"Half an hour is too late to prepare these things, a moment longer will be enough." Mo Xue frowned, and wrote two words with her fingers on the back of Mo Qian - Yu'er.

Mo Qian looked sideways, only to realize that Mo Yu did not follow in, and immediately answered: "Indeed, we need a little time."

"Half an hour! If you have this time to bargain with me, you have already prepared things for me!"

Fang Houde yelled hysterically, and the tile in his hand got closer and closer to Lin Miaomiao's neck.

"I'll go and prepare it for you right away!" Mo Xue also screamed, and exchanged a look with Mo Qian.

Mo Qian kicked the door open with a clear kick, making a loud noise.

Mo Xue hurriedly ran outside.

Fang Houde watched the door of the firewood room collapse, and his heart skipped a beat—wouldn’t it be to disturb Ao Pingchuan...

Can't wait for him to come back!

Fang Houde pinched Lin Miaomiao up with one hand, and yelled angrily: "Who told you to make such a big noise, damned bastard, I have to go through the back door now, don't stop me."

Mo Qian really stepped back.

As soon as Fang Houde took two steps towards the outside, he saw a black shadow flashing not far away. He was holding a long sword at his fingertips, but his elegant face was full of Shura-like bloodlust.

Mo Che...

"me!"

Before Fang Houde had time to speak, something hit him from behind, and he fell forward hard.

There are still people!

He fell to the ground, and Lin Miaomiao almost let go, but now he was lying on the ground, his heart swayed, and he simply increased the strength in his hand, trying to crush Lin Miaomiao to death, or crush her to death.

"Crack-knock-"

"what--"

There were shrill screams and the sound of bones breaking at the same time.

The handle of the knife in Mo Qian's hand was hitting his shoulder.

Behind him, Mo Yu, who was holding a long stick in his hand, exerted all his strength and smashed his straight forearm into a distorted appearance.

Fang Houde was still screaming, but Lin Miaomiao had already rolled out of his hands, and rolled into the corner, clutching his neck and coughing repeatedly: "Woo...cough cough, brother..."

"Miaomiao, it's okay."

Mo Yu immediately threw down the stick, went to Lin Miaomiao and pressed her into his arms, preventing her from seeing Fang Houde's tragic situation.

Mo Qian squatted down and covered his mouth with a rag from the ground.

Outside the door, Mo Xue had already called Ao Pingchuan over, pointed to Fang Houde on the ground and told him: "Why did you leave him here without saying a word, Miao Miao thought he was a good person, and was hijacked when he came in to help."

Ao Pingchuan's eyes were slightly black, when he heard that Miao Miao was hijacked, his pupils shrank fiercely, but soon he saw Miao Miao hugging Mo Yu, his eyes regained his calmness, and the corners of his mouth curled up instead , showing a nasty smile.

He walked in front of Fang Houde, squatted down, and pulled his head up high.

"How long do you want to use Miao Miao's innocence and cuteness?"

"Um-"

Fang Houde could only whimper.

Ao Pingchuan raised his chin slightly, and slowly looked at Mo Yu next to him: "My dear boy, can you help me take Miao Miao away?"

Mo Yu had goosebumps all over his body because of this address, but he saw the chill in Ao Pingchuan's eyes and sensed that something was wrong, so he hurriedly hugged Lin Miaomiao out.

Mo Che signaled the children to come out with his eyes, and before he closed the door before leaving, he only looked at the back of Ao Pingchuan squatting on the ground.

"Don't make too much noise."

"Wordy."

The door was closed.

A few children heard a heavy 'boom' coming from inside in an instant.

Mo Xue was so frightened that she got goosebumps and wanted to turn her head, but Mo Che twisted the top of her head and looked down at her: "Sinners should be punished, Xue'er."

Mo Xue pursed her lips, without turning her head, she just looked at Mo Che: "If it was you, daddy, what would you do?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Mo Che gently rubbed her head, and pushed them towards the direction of the room, "Don't disturb your mother about what happened tonight, she is just an ordinary person."

Mo Yu didn't know what happened yet, only Mo Qian and Mo Xue nodded sullenly and took their younger siblings back to rest.

Mo Yu was puzzled: "Aren't we ordinary people?"

Mo Xue showed him a gentle smile, leaned close to his side, wiped away the tears from the corners of Lin Miaomiao's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Wait a while, and you will know everything."

Mo Yu was a little inexplicable.

But Mo Qian was just walking back with a few people, but he couldn't help but think about it.

If father doesn't want to involve mother, why doesn't he let her stay in Yunmai village safely?

Daddy is always so contradictory.

Behind him, Mo Che returned to the room with the long sword in hand, changed his clothes as if nothing had happened, climbed onto the bed, and stuffed Xia Bai'an's warm body into his arms.

Xia Bai'an was awakened by the cold for a moment, but soon realized who the person in front of him was, and fell asleep holding his arm again.

The corners of Mo Che's mouth slightly raised, and he slept with her in his arms for the first half of the night.

In the middle of the night, Mo Che got up and left quietly, lit incense for Xia Bai'an, ordered people to carefully seal the doors and windows, called Wu Yue and A Gao to watch outside and wait for orders, and he walked towards the woodshed.

Push open the woodshed door.

A faint smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils.

Mo Che looked at the people on the ground whose limbs had been discounted and huddled in a corner, while the culprit, Ao Pingchuan, still held a meat bun in his hand, took a bite, and sat on the only stool with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Why don't you sleep with your beautiful lady."

"You're relenting."

Mo Che figured this out, closed the door, and asked, "So, have you heard any news?"

"Not yet. He begged for mercy very quickly, but he didn't say anything. It was a waste of me treating him as a brother..."

Before Ao Pingchuan finished speaking, Mo Che had already walked in front of Fang Houde, raised his hand to remove his chin, immediately got up, ran over his cheek with the tip of his shoe, and lifted his head.

"Your words and news are not that important."

Fang Houde's eyes widened in horror, his shoulders swayed wildly.

He didn't understand why the other party wanted to learn something from his own mouth, so why did he want to remove his chin!

The next moment, Mo Che's shadow enveloped him, accompanied by a sentence: "You will beg me to give you a chance to speak."